For some reason, water leaked out of our shower, not once, not twice, but thrice (I just wanted to use that fancy way of saying three times) in the past week. Since he's so helpful, John decided to wear some flood pants to help me clean them up (J/K). Those are actually some pants that he's outgrown.
Every time he outgrows something, I just think of the song, Sunrise Sunset from Fiddler on the Roof. Well, I don't think of a bunch of Russian Jews singing the song, but I think of Maureen and me singing the song about our Teeny Little Super Guy.
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